“Education is the most powerful
weapon which you can use to change the world.”
- Ferris Bueller* #quote
Today I made some good progress on my programming for my game. I
must admit though I am no professional and I am learning this as I go
along. I realize as I work why people get paid, sometimes good money,
to do what I'm stumbling through. (And they do it a lot better and
quicker) But I won't give up, you can bet on that. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
The Mouselys
“Let's move to the old house on the hill nobody will bother us
there.” Mrs. Mousely glared at her husband while she quoted him.
They hid in their mouse hole while their swarm of children split the
recent batch of garbage the parents looted from the surrounding
neighborhood.
A rot-black, three-headed cat hissed at their home from the kitchen
in the house. The husband replied, “How was I supposed to know a
human with a monster cat would move in?” Mr. Mousely then ran his
hand down his face. “And by my tail I know that thing had one head
a few days ago!”
The Mouselys didn't understand the different kinds of humans. Well,
mice did pass down at least some of what they knew about humans
verbally through the generations. They knew the humans exchanged
flattened wood for items each other made. Beyond that the system
blurred between different types of humans who do tasks to get the
paper and possibly what kinds of things they may have in their homes.
The building humans, the humans who care for the plants in their
land, the humans who hunt, the humans who make creations of things of
plastic and metal or other materials. The list goes on and on. The
human that moved into this home went beyond what most mice discuss.
He wasn't a mad scientist, because that would imply crazed laughter
and a lost sense of direction. The scientist in this home just chose
to make money at the university and with every experiment too illegal
and inhumane for sanction he worked on without anyone knowing. If he
found the mice he might put them in a cage and put some crazed gene
therapy on them without bothering with putting the mice out of their
misery if the experiment hurt too much. The man currently sat at the
kitchen table reading, ignoring his cat's hissing. The ingredients
for his sandwich lie on a plate He hadn't put it together so a piece
of cheese lay separate from meat and bread.
Mrs. Mousely then said to her husband, “Dear, let's just move out
of here. You're not quick enough to get past that monster of a cat.”
“I can get past that cat.” Mr. Mousely said. Mouse culture
demanded that mice go after what food they good then run afterward.
“Dear, you can't.”
“Yes, I can.”
“Dear!”
Mr. Mousely ran. But not straight. He ran in a zig-zag. The three
headed cat tried to follow with all three of it's heads making it
stumble in a dizzy stupor. He climbed up the chair leg and grabbed
the cheese. He fled with the piece he could and the scientist yelled
at him while he ran back into the mouse hole.
The scientist picked up the cat, “Obviously needs some
adjustments. Perhaps if I give it a robotic tail and make the extra
heads into guns.”
After hearing this the Mouselys made a unanimous decision to move as
soon as possible.
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